{"id":51164,"date":"2019-06-22T16:40:06","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:40:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51164"},"modified":"2019-06-22T16:43:10","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:43:10","slug":"bald-eagle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/bald-eagle\/","title":{"rendered":"Bald Eagle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You suggested turning back to join the crowd watching<\/p>\n<p>the bald eagle in the field, but I said to keep going, the long drive ahead of us.<\/p>\n<p>There is no inspiration for poetry, no joy in the memories.<\/p>\n<p>Abuse recolors them, strips away even the nostalgic remembrance<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>of happier times in a lost relationship. Stripped the magic<\/p>\n<p>from the rooftop of the cathedral in Milan, walking amongst the statues<\/p>\n<p>with my broken toe and gazing over the city, from the crashing<\/p>\n<p>moving fractals of the devil&#8217;s waterfall in Iguazu that overwhelmed my mind<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in a way I&#8217;ve never felt before, from the marketplace in Cordoba<\/p>\n<p>where I picked up the toadstool earrings from a local artisan,<\/p>\n<p>far from the tourist markets of the capital city with their Argentina-stamped leather.<\/p>\n<p>Will a day come when I have snipped your picture from the photographs of my mind,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>be able to talk about the view from the window we&#8211;I&#8211;saw<\/p>\n<p>overlooking the roof of the church from my temporary living room<\/p>\n<p>without that hesitation of a shadow over my heart where your figure should be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You suggested turning back to join the crowd watching the bald eagle in the field, but I said to keep going, the long drive ahead of us. There is no inspiration for poetry, no joy in the memories. Abuse recolors them, strips away even the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1170,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1170"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51164"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51267,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51164\/revisions\/51267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}